This is a Lost fic taking place in LA; the island thing never happened and the past of characters has been changed to suit this very situation. Nevertheless, the characters have kept their personality and the particular kind of relations they have on the island remains in New York.
So this is a Skate romance/angst fiction, beginning right now...
-Leave me alone!!!
The dark-haired woman, clearly very angry, was yelling at the man standing in front of her. He didn't even blink, just kept staring at her and tried to explain:
-Baby, please, if we just...
-Don't you dare talking to me like that!! she shouted. I thought you and me... you've been tellin' me for two months that our relation was more than the kind you used to have!!
Her voice broke as she let out the first tear, the one she couldn't hold back anymore. The man took the opportunity to justify himself:
-It ain't who I am, I ain't ready...
-It's always about you, asshole!! Don't you think about me? Weren't we two, last night? Are you the only one that matters?! she yelled, tears now streaming down her freckled cheeks.
-I just need more time to get used to this, I need more time...
-You need more time to fuck more bitches! Get outta here! GET OUTTA HERE!!
He gave her a last hurt look and then turned around, leaving the flat without a word. Kate fell on her knees, crying for rage and sadness.
-SON OF BITCH!!! she yelled, crushing her fist on the floor.
She didn't even feel the pain; she rose up and smashed her fist again on the pane, making it whole shatter.
Sawyer was just in the street when he heard the big noise; he looked up dreading what he was about to see, and he saw: the pane of a flat of the third floor's had just shattered. Dreading even more, he turned back to the skyscraper and ran up the stairs, praying anyone ( because he didn't believe in any god) for she hadn't done any bullshit.
When he burst in, she was lying on the floor, her right hand covered of blood and broken glass, her amazing green eyes shining with tears, her beautiful mouth full of insults fading away.
He took her in his arms, without a word.
-Let go of me, she whispered burying her head in his shirt.
-Later, he whispered back, walking carefully down the stairs.
She never fainted during the trip but the next thing she was aware of was the terrifying white, clean, busy waiting room of an hospital. She was still in Sawyer's arms, and as she was about to snuggle up against his warm body, she suddenly realised what had just happened.
-Let go of me, you bastard!! she shouted, moving away from the man.
This surprised him and he didn't have time to hold her back; she brutally fell down on the floor.
What followed was confused to her but she soon heard a voice different from Sawyer's, a deep, man voice.
-I'll take care of her. Go away please.
She felt herself in some other arms, she didn't open her hurt eyes, till she became aware of sitting on a bed. She sighed and blinked.
There was a man knelt in front of her. A dark-haired man with a two-days beard, the kind of man that works too much because he's afraid of living, too late at night because he's afraid of sleeping.
-You're OK miss? he asked.
-No, I don't feel... no, I'm not OK. Not at all. Is he gone?
-Who?
-Sawyer. The one who brought me here.
-Oh... yes. He's gone.
He stood up and picked some bottles on the shelves, then sat down next to her and began healing her hand, never stopping talking to her.
-Who is he? Sawyer?
-Oh, he is... was my... he's the...
-He's your man.
-He was. We've just... well we slept together last night and now we ain't together. He says he ain't ready.
The doctor nodded.
-Maybe that's right. But wait... he's not... he didn't do that to you, right?
-No, of course not. It ain't him, it's... me.
He sighed deeply, then put carefully his hand on her shoulder and asked:
-What's your name?
-Kate.
-All right Kate, I'm Jack. You know, it can't be end up like that with you and Sawyer, I'm sure he's honest with you, he just needs time... Anyway, you mustn't do that kinda things to yourself, never. I know what it feels like; it hurts too much in your head, in your mind, so you just transfer it to somewhere else, to your body, your arm, so that you can see that wound, feel that wound. But I don't want you to do that because of a man, never.
She stared at him for a long time, detailing him. He was somehow the more understanding man she'd ever seen, and it was both a quality and a default; he could understand you perfectly, but you couldn't hide anything from him.
-It wasn't only because of him, I guess, she eventually explained.
I think I've been on the edge for a long time now and I just needed a reason to fall; Sawyer gave me a quite good reason.
She got on her feet and added:
-I'd like to go home.
Jack nodded.
-Sure. Let me show you the...
-It's OK, I'll find my way, she said a bit too coldly. Thanks a lot, doctor... Jack.
Five minutes later, she was disappearing in the night, leaving behind her a quite stunned doctor just realising she hadn't even given her full name.
-What is she running away from... he whispered for himself.
Then he took a look at his watch: 9PM. For the first time in several months, he wanted to get back home before midnight.